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  • QOTD for Tuesday, May 5, 2015 -- kgp, 17:41:12 05/04/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter Chapter 3. Frank and Full Disclosure. Copyright (c) 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    ”Frank, too, cuddled the baby and played with her, falling asleep in his big chair with her stretched out atop his lanky form, rosy cheek pressed flat against his chest, as they snored together in peaceful companionship. He and I did not touch each other though, nor did we truly talk about anything beyond our basic domestic arrangements – except Brianna.

    The baby was our shared focus; a point through which we could at once reach each other, and keep the other at arm’s length. It looked as though arm’s length was no longer close enough for Frank.”

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  • QOTD for Monday, May 4, 2015 -- kgp, 17:25:08 05/03/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 47. Loose Ends. Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    “Frank Randall was my father!” she said. “He was! I know it!” Fists clenched, she glared at her mother. Her voice was trembling with rage.

    “I don’t know why you’re doing this. Maybe you did hate me, maybe you still do!” Tears were beginning to make their way down her cheeks, unbidden, and she dashed them angrily away with the back of one hand.

    “Daddy . . . Daddy loved me – he couldn’t have, if I weren’t his! Why are you trying to make me believe he wasn’t my father? Were you jealous of me? Is that it? Did you mind so much that he loved me? He didn’t love you, I know that!” The blue eyes narrowed, cat-like, blazing in a face gone dead-white.”

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  • QOTD for Sunday, May 3, 2015 -- kgp, 05:01:03 05/03/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1. New Beginning. Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    “After a long time, he murmured into my hair, “No, I know you’d never do such a thing. I only meant to say that even if you did . . . Claire, it would make no difference to me. I love you so. Nothing you ever did would stop my loving you.” He took my face between his hands – only four inches taller than I, he could look directly into my eyes without trouble – and said softly, “Forgive me?” His breath, barely scented with the tang of Glenfidditch, was warm on my face, and his lips, full and inviting, were disturbingly close.”


    Let's take a look at another man in Claire's life


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  • QOTD for Saturday, May 2, 2015 -- Rita, 17:44:02 05/01/15 Fri
    The following quote is taken from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diane Gabaldon, Chapter 69: "Sparrow-Fart". Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “Are we expecting imminent invasion and capture?” he asked, sitting up.
    “Lie back down. No, this is Jamie being provident.” I touched one of the pistols gingerly. “I don’t know if they’re loaded yet.”
    “Certainly they are. The man is nothing if not thorough.” He eased himself back down, groaning slightly.
    “You think you know him awfully well, don’t you?” I asked, with an edge that rather surprised me.
    “Yes, I do,” he answered promptly. He smiled slightly at my expression. “Not nearly as well as you do in some matters, I’m sure—but perhaps better in others. We are both soldiers.” He tilted his head, indicating the military racket going on outside.
    “If you know him that well,” I said, nettled, “you should have known better than to say whatever you did say to him.”
    “Ah.” The smile disappeared and he looked up at the canvas overhead in contemplation. “I did. Know better. I just said it anyway.”


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  • QOTD for Friday, May 1, 2015 -- Rita, 18:23:39 04/30/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diane Gabaldon, Chapter 88: "A Whiff of Roquefort". Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “Mmm.” I was gently prodding the flesh around the orbit, which showed only a slight residual swelling. The sclera was still quite bloodshot, but the bruising was much better. I thumbed down the lower lid to inspect the conjunctiva: a nice slippery pink, no sign of infection. “Does it water?”
    “Only in strong sunlight, and not very much,” he assured me, straightening up. He smiled at me. “Thank you, my dear.”
    Jamie didn’t say anything, but the way he breathed had a distinctly edgy feel about it. I ignored him. If he chose to make a fuss, I couldn’t bloody stop him.
    “What are ye doing here?” he asked abruptly. John looked up at him, one brow raised, as though surprised to see him looming on the other side of my bed. John rose slowly to his feet, holding Jamie’s eyes with his own.
    “What do you think I’m doing?” he asked quietly. There was no hint of challenge in the question, and I could see Jamie suddenly check his own hostility, frowning slightly as he looked John over, considering.
    One side of John’s mouth turned up a little.
    “Do you think I’ve come to fight you for the favors of this lady? Or to seduce her from your side?”
    Jamie didn’t laugh, but the line between his brows smoothed out.

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    I love it that John gets to say the same thing both to Jamie and Claire -- and their reactions are so different :)


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  • QOTD for Thursday, April 30, 2015 -- Rita, 17:35:21 04/29/15 Wed
    QOTD for Thursday, April 30, 2015

    The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 25: "Enter a Serpent". Copyright (c) 1997 by Diana Gabaldon.

    “What are you doing here?” I said, without preamble.
    He opened his light blue eyes very wide, then lowered his very long lashes and batted them deliberately at me.
    “I did not come with the intention of seducing your husband, I assure you,” he said.
    “John!” Jamie’s fist struck the table with a force that rattled the teacups. His cheekbones were flushed dark red, and he was scowling with embarrassed fury.
    “Sorry.” Grey, by contrast, had gone white, though he remained otherwise visibly unruffled. It occurred to me for the first time that he might possibly be as unnerved as Jamie by this meeting.
    “My apologies, ma’am,” he said, with a curt nod in my direction. “That was unforgivable. I would point out, however, that you have been looking at me since we met as though you had encountered me lying in the gutter outside some notorious mollyhouse.” A light flush burned over his face now, too.
    “Sorry,” I breathed. “Give me a bit more notice next time, and I’ll take care to adjust my features.”


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  • QOTD for Wednesday, April 29, 2015 -- Rita, 15:48:49 04/28/15 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 32: "The Path of Honor". Copyright (c) 2007 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Fraser inhaled through his nose, seeming to swell with it. “Draw on me and be damned,” he said contemptuously. “Armed or no, ye canna master me.”
    “You think not? I tell you,” Grey said, and fought so hard to control the fury in his voice that it emerged as no more than a whisper, “I tell you, sir—were I to take you to my bed—I could make you scream. And by God, I would do it.”
    Later, he would try to recall what had happened then. Had he moved, reflex and training cutting through the fog of rage that blinded him? Or had Fraser moved, some shred of reason altering his aim in the same split second in which he swung his fist?
    Hard as he tried, no answer came. He remembered nothing but the shock of impact as Fraser’s fist struck the boards an inch from his head, and the sob of breath, hot on his face. There had been a sense of presence, of a body close to his, and the impression of some irresistible doom.
    Then he was outside, gulping air as though he were drowning, staggering blind in the glare of the setting sun. He had no balance, no bearings; stumbled and put out a hand for anchor, grasped some piece of farm equipment.
    His vision cleared, eyes watering—but he saw neither the paddock, the wagon whose wheel he grasped, nor the house and lawns beyond. What he saw was Fraser’s face. When he had said that—what demon had given him that thought, those words? I could make you scream.
    Oh, Christ, oh, Christ. Someone had.


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  • Murtagh at end of "Drums of Autumn" -- Yvonne, 21:44:18 04/27/15 Mon
    Can someone explain to me what Murtagh means when he says "I would ask one thing of ye, lad - let it be the English. Not your ain folk." This being just before Jamie takes Claire back to the stones before the battle at Culloden.


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  • QOTD for Tuesday, April 28, 2015 -- Rita, 18:21:43 04/27/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 11: "The Torremolino's Gambit". Copyright (c) 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Fraser sat still as a statue of cinnabar, only the deep blue eyes alive in his face as he studied the board. The fire had burned down, and the lines of his body were limned with shadow. His hand, all gold and black with the light of the fire on it, rested on the table, still and exquisite as the captured pawn beside it.
    The blue stone in John Grey’s ring glinted as he reached for his queen’s bishop. Is it wrong, Hector? he thought. That I should love a man who might have killed you? Or was it a way at last to put things right; to heal the wounds of Culloden for them both?
    The bishop made a soft thump as he set the felted base down with precision. Without stopping, his hand rose, as though it moved without his volition. The hand traveled the short distance through the air, looking as though it knew precisely what it wanted, and set itself on Fraser’s, palm tingling, curved fingers gently imploring.
    The hand under his was warm—so warm—but hard, and motionless as marble. Nothing moved on the table but the shimmer of the flame in the heart of the sherry. He lifted his eyes then, to meet Fraser’s.
    “Take your hand off me,” Fraser said, very, very softly. “Or I will kill you.”


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  • For kgp -come inside- -- swarl, 06:48:13 04/27/15 Mon
    Hi kgp, Would you be willing to switch QOTD weeks with me? This means you would be on for quotes this coming Sunday. I am feeling a bit pressed, having just gotten home from a month away. So it would be nice to have a bit more time, before I have to be ON. However, it is physically possible for me to post during May 3 week, so it is not an emergency. Let me know if the switch would work for you. Thanks, Sally/Swarl


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  • QOTD for Monday, April 27, 2015 -- Rita, 16:50:33 04/26/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 9: "The Wanderer". Copyright (c) 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “Your wife, sir—where is she?”
    The answer was a sudden blaze of dark blue that seared him to the backbone, so shocking was its intensity.
    Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry’s voice spoke in Grey’s memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser’s eyes.
    Only for a moment, though; then the man’s normal veil of cool politeness was back in place.
    “My wife is gone,” Fraser said, and turned away again, so abruptly that the movement verged on rudeness.
    Grey felt himself shaken by an unexpected feeling. In part it was relief. The woman who had been both cause of and party to his humiliation was dead. In part, it was regret.
    Neither of them spoke again on the journey back to Ardsmuir.


    -- Yes, it's a Lord John week. :)


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  • QOTD for Sunday, April 26, 2015 -- Rita, 19:46:44 04/25/15 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 36: "Prestonpans". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Kincaid pulled the boy to his feet and propelled him to the edge of the clearing with a hand at his back. At the edge of the shadows he halted and turned back. Avoiding looking at me, he spoke only to Jamie.

    “I owe you my life,” he said formally. “I should greatly prefer not to, but since you have forced the gift upon me, I must regard it as a debt of honor. I shall hope to discharge that debt in the future, and once it is discharged…” The boy’s voice shook slightly with suppressed hatred, losing all its assumed formality in the utter sincerity of his feelings. “…I’ll kill you!”

    Jamie rose from the log to his full height. His face was calm, free of any taint of amusement. He inclined his head gravely to his departing prisoner. “In that case, sir, I must hope that we do not meet again.”


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  • QOTD for Saturday, April 25, 2015 -- LisaW, 20:21:01 04/24/15 Fri
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 118 "THE SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved


       " "Is it not a void there?" he said quietly, still looking up. "And yet we're no
    afraid to look."
       "There are lights," I said."It makes a difference." My voice was hoarse,
    and I swallowed. "Though I suppose even the stars are burning out, accord-
    ing to the Second Law."
       "Mmphm. Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said,
    "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping
    my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we." "


    I just loved these two chapters. Claire is finding herself vulnerable and yet she is so determined to triumph over her anxiety. Thank you for letting me share this week with you.


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  • QOTD for Friday, April 24, 2015 -- LisaW, 21:37:31 04/23/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 117 "INTO THE BRIAR PATCH". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved

    ""Death matters, at least sometimes."
       "I ken that," Jamie said softly, and took my hands in his; they were big, and
    battered, scarred and maimed. "It's why a warrior doesna fear death so much.
    He has the hope--sometimes the certainty--that his death will matter."
       "What happens to me between now and then doesna matter to anyone."
       Those words swam out of nowhere and struck me in the pit of the stom-
    ach, so hard that I could barely breathe. He'd said that to me, from the bot-
    tom of despair, in the dungeon of Wentworth Prison, a lifetime ago. He'd
    bargained for my life then, with what he had--not his life, already forfeit, but
    his soul.
       "It matters to me!" I'd said to him--and, against all odds, had ransomed
    that soul and brought him back. "


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  • QOTD for Thursday, April 23, 2015 -- LisaW, 21:11:59 04/22/15 Wed
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 117 "INTO THE BRIAR PATCH". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       " The recollection made me smile a little, but the smile faded at the thought
    that the louts who had accosted me certainly lived somewhere nearby. I
    mightn't be as lucky a second time. And at that thought, a wave of cold terror
    washed over me and I felt a band of soreness across my middle, the chafing
    and bruising from hours spent tied facedown across a horse's back, being
    carried helpless to--
       "Stop that!" I said sharply to myself. "Stop it at once. I won't have it."
    They were teenaged boys. I wasn't afraid of . . . But the first man to rape me
    had been abut sixteen; he'd been apologetic abut it. I stepped into a nar-
    row alley between two buildings and threw up. "


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  • QOTD for Wednesday, April 22, 2015 -- LisaW, 21:32:12 04/21/15 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 117 "INTO THE BRIAR PATCH". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       "A hand touched my waist, and, gulping air, I leaned blindly into Jamie.
       "What's wrong, a nighean?" he whispered to me.
       "Laudanum," I said, almost at random. "You don't--you don't lose con-
    sciousness altogether. It makes the pain go away--not stop, just seem not
    connected to you--but it's there. And you . . . you know what's happening to
    you." I swallowed, forcing down bile.
       I felt it. The hard probe jabbing its way into my side, startling. The re-
    markable sense of cold intrusion, mingled with incongruous faint warm
    echoes of internal movement, the forceful jabs of a child in the womb.
       "You know what's happening," I repeated, opening my eyes. I found his,
    looking down at me with gentleness.
       "I ken that, aye?" he whispered, and cupped my cheek with his four-
    fingered hand. "Come and tell me what ye need me to do, mo ghraidh." "


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  • New hoser -- isisgms (So hosed), 10:03:18 04/21/15 Tue
    I lent Outlander to a colleague at work, now she has signed up to Amazon Prime to watch Jamie, and is listening to it on audio as well as reading the book. She is totally in love with JAMMF! Poor lass - join the Club!!!


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  • QOTD for Tuesday, April 22, 2015 -- LisaW, 20:39:50 04/20/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 117 "INTO THE BRIAR PATCH". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


       " The wine could wait, and any surgeon dances with death routinely. The
    problem was that I'd forgotten the steps and was flirting with panic.
       I bent to check Tench's heart rate and respiration. He was breathing shal-
    lowly but fast. Lack of oxygen, severe blood loss . . . and I felt my own chest
    tighten, heaving for air, and stood up, giddy, heart hammering.
       "Sassenach," I turned, hand on the bedpost, to see Jamie watching me,
    eyebrows drawn together. "Are ye all right?"
       "Yes," I said, but my own voice sounded queer even to my own ears. I shook
    my head hard, trying to clear it. Jamie came close to me and put his hand on
    mine, where it rested on the bedpost. It was big and steady, and it helped.
       "Ye willna help him, lass, if ye faint in the midst of it," he said, low-voiced. "


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  • QOTD for Monday, April 20, 2015 -- LisaW, 17:28:04 04/19/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 117 "INTO THE BRIAR PATCH". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "I LOOKED AT the rather grubby sedan chair, inhaled the scent of several
    dozen previous users, and took a firmer grip on my cane.
        "I can walk," I said. "It's not that far."
       "Ye're not walking," Jamie replied equably.
       "Surely you don't intend to stop me!"
       "Aye, I do," he said, still mildly. "I canna stop ye going--and I wouldna
    try--but I can, by God, make sure ye dinna fall on your face in the street on
    your way. Get in, Sassenach. Go slow," he added to the chairmen, as he
    opened the door of the sedan an gestured to me. "I'm coming, and I dinna
    want to gallop so soon after supper." "


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  • QOTD for Sunday, April 20, 2015 -- LisaW, 00:20:19 04/19/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 117 "INTO THE BRIAR PATCH". Copyright (c) 2014by Diana Gabaldon. All
    rights reserved.

          September 16, 1778
         Philadelphia

       "We'd just finished supper and I was wiping Henri-
    Christian's face with the hem of my apron, when a knock came
    at the alley door. Jenny, sitting next to me with Felicite on her
    lap, gave me a quick glance, brows raised. Was this cause for alarm
       I hadn't time to shrug or shake my head; all conversation had ceased on
    he instant, the children's chatter quelled as though someone had dropped a
    candle snuffer over them. It was first dark and the door was bolted. Fergus
    and Jamie exchanged looks and, without a word, both of them rose."


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  • Quote of the Day for Saturday, April 18, 2015 -- Happiapple, 20:30:17 04/17/15 Fri
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1: "A New Beginning". Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.



    She set the cup down carefully, as though afraid it might blow up in her face. The grooves on either side of her mouth had deepened, and her brows pressed together in what looked like puzzlement.

    "Well," she said finally. "That's one of the stranger ones I've seen."

    "Oh?" I was still amused, but beginning to be curious. "Am I going to meet a tall dark stranger, or journey across the sea?"

    "Could be."


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  • Quote of the Day for Friday, April 17, 2015 -- Happiapple, 21:27:36 04/16/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 24: "By the Pricking of My Thumbs". Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    "What on earth...?" I picked it up, and promptly dropped it. "Ouch! It has thorns!"

    It was a small bundle of plants, plucked up roughly by the roots, and bound together with a bit of black thread. The plants were wilted, but a pungent smell still rose from the drooping leaves.
    There was one flower in the bouquet, a crushed primrose, whose thorny stem had pricked my thumb.

    I sucked the offended digit, turning the bundle over more cautiously with my other hand. Jamie stood still, staring down at it for a moment. Then he suddenly picked it up, and crossing to the window,
    flung it out into the night. Returning to the bed, he energetically brushed the crumbs of earth from the plants' roots into the palm of his hand and threw them out after the bundle.
    He closed the window with a slam and came back, dusting his palms.

    "It's gone," he said, unnecessarily. He climbed back into bed. "Come back to bed, Sassenach."

    "What was it?" I asked climbing in beside him.

    "A joke, reckon," he said. "A nasty one, but only a joke."


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  • Quote of the Day for Thursday, April 16, 2015 -- Happiapple, 20:14:03 04/15/15 Wed
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 2: "Standing Stones". Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    They assembled outside the ring of stones, in a line from eldest to youngest, and stood in silence, waiting. The light in the east grew stronger.

    As the sun edged its way above the horizon, the line of women began to move, walking slowly between two of the stones. The leader took them directly to the center of the circle,
    and led them round and round, still moving slowly, stately as swans in a circular procession.

    The leader suddenly stopped, raised her arms, and stepped into the center of the circle. Raising her face toward the pair of easternmost stones, she called out in a high voice.
    Not loud, but clear enough to be heard throughout the circle. The still mist caught the words and made them echo, as though they came from all around, from the stones themselves.


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  • Quote of the Day for Wednesday, April 15, 2015 -- Happiapple, 20:38:45 04/14/15 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1: "A New Beginning". Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.




    "In the old days," he explained as we went, "and not so long ago, either, when a house was built, it was customary to kill something and bury it under the foundation,
    as a propitiation to the local earth spirits. You know, 'He shall lay the foundation thereof in his firstborn and in his youngest son shall he set up the gates of it.' Old as the hills."

    I shuddered at eh quotation. "In that case, I suppose it's quite modern and enlightened of them to be using chickens instead. You mean, since the houses are fairly new,
    nothing was buried underneath them, and the inhabitants are now remedying the omission."


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  • Quote of the Day for Tuesday, April 14, 2015 -- Happiapple, 19:56:54 04/13/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 24: "By the Pricking of My Thumbs". Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    "No," she said. "Or rather, yes. That's one of the fairies' hills, and it's dangerous to sleep there.
    If ye leave a changeling out overnight in such a place, the Folk will come and take it back,
    and leave the human child they've stolen in its place."


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  • Quote of the Day for Monday, April 13 -- Happiapple, 19:43:41 04/12/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 13, A Marriage is Announced.



    "St. Ninian's spring. Ye drank the water before I asked ye."

    I was thoroughly bewildered by this time.

    "What does that have to do with it?"

    He looked surprised, then his mouth twisted in a smile. "Ye didna know? They call it the liar's spring , as well. The water smells o' the fumes of hell. Anyone who drinks the water and then tells untruth will ha' the gizzard burnt out of him."


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  • We are in Englad for our 50th wedding anniversary and on top of Dartmoor there is a circle of stones and next to it a long line of stones on an E-W axis headed up by two stones right next to each other. Originally, I think it must have been an entire line of paired stones. The moor is no place to be casual about, so I have no idea who used these stone. Summer solstice, sure, but winter solstice and you'd better mind the cold and the fog. Thinking of you all. -- Swarl, 02:39:15 04/12/15 Sun

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  • QOTD for Sunday, April the 12th. The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 20, The White Raven. Copyright (c) 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Helka, 23:20:39 04/11/15 Sat
    “ ‘Body, soul and mind,’ ” Jamie said, translating as he bent to seize the end of another trimmed log.
    “ ‘The body for sensation, the soul for the springs of action, the mind for principles.
    Yet the capacity for sensation belongs also to the stalled ox;
    there is no wild beast or degenerate but obeys the twitching of impulse;
    and even men who deny the gods, or betray their country, or’−careful, man!”

    Ian, thus warned, stepped neatly backward over the ax handle, and turned to the left, steering his end of the burden carefully round of the half-built log wall.


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    A quote to keep us in tune with Jamie & Ian, philosophy, skill & raw strength combined. Happy camping, happiapple ;)


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  • Silly me! I forgot to prepare and am currently camping without my books. "What! Camping without my books...who does that?" I will return home tomorrow and will post two quotes tomorrow. What better way to carry on this week's delayed gratification theme. Thanks for your patience, ladies and lads. -- Happiapple, 19:36:51 04/11/15 Sat

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  • QOTD for Saturday, April 11, 2015 -- Lady-Jane, 18:47:23 04/10/15 Fri
    Aye, ye've waited long enough lassies....

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 24, "Welcome Coolness in the Heat, Comfort in the Midst of Woe." Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "There was a rattling thump; I had backed into a potting bench, setting a tray of tiny seedling pots to vibrating, the spicy leaves of sweet basil trembling in agitation. Jamie pushed the tray aside with one hand, then grasped me by the elbows and lifted me onto the bench.

    'Now,' he said, half breathless. 'I must have ye now.'

    He did, and I ceased caring whether there were splinters in the bench or not.

    I wrapped my legs round him and he laid me flat and leaned over me, hands braced on the bench, with a sound halfway between bliss and pain. He moved slowly in me and I gasped.


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  • QOTD for Friday, April 10, 2015 -- Lady-Jane, 22:04:17 04/09/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 40, "Duncan's Secret." Copyright© 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    "Events after that were somewhat confused, with the predominant impressions being an urgent rustling of fabric, the sharp scent of trodden onion grass, and the crackling of last year’s oak leaves, dry underfoot.

    My eyes popped open a few moments later.

    'Don’t stop!' I said, disbelieving. 'Not now, for God’s sake!'

    He grinned down at me, stepping back and letting his kilt fall into place. His face was flushed a ruddy bronze with effort, and his chest heaved under his shirt ruffles.

    He grinned maliciously, and wiped a sleeve across his forehead.

    'I’ll gie ye the rest when I’m ninety-six, aye?'”


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  • QOTD for Thursday, April 9, 2015 -- Lady-Jane, 18:45:48 04/08/15 Wed
    Quote taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 40, "Duncan's Secret." Copyright© 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "It wasn’t so much an amorous encounter I wanted—though I would certainly not say no, if the opportunity offered. What I missed was simply the feel of his body next to mine; being able to reach out a hand in the dark and rest it on the long swell of his thigh; to roll toward him in the morning and cup his round, neat buttocks in the curve of thigh and belly; to press my cheek against his back and breathe the scent of his skin as I slipped into sleep.

    'Damn,' I said, resting my forehead briefly in the folds of his shirt ruffle, and inhaling the mingled scents of starch and man with longing.


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  • QOTD for Wednesday, April 8, 2015 -- Lady-Jane, 18:38:44 04/07/15 Tue
    It's Delayed Gratification Week, so Wednesday's quote will not be quite as satisfying as usual...

    The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 17, "Home for the Holidays." Copyright (c) 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "Despite himself, his hand slid farther, dying to cup the soft slippery fullness he could sense, so close. With an effort that made him dizzy, he stopped.

    Her hand was on his arm, pulling him back down.

    'Please,' she whispered. 'Please, I want you to.'

    He felt hollow as a bell; his heartbeat echoed in head and chest and painfully hard between his legs. He closed his eyes, breathing, pressing his hands against the rough fiber of the rug, trying to erase the feel of her skin, lest he grab at her again.

    'No,' he said, and his voice sounded queer, hoarse to his own ear. 'No, not here, not like this.'”


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  • QOTD for Tuesday, April 7, 2015 -- Lady-Jane, 20:10:17 04/06/15 Mon
    Quote taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 57 "Promised Land." Copyright (c) 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "'You’re losing your place,' I said, next time I came up for air. 'You’ve said the Lord’s Prayer three times in a row.'

    'I’m surprised to hear I’m still makin’ any sense at all.' His eyes were closed, and a dew of moisture gleamed on his cheekbones. He moved his hips with increasing restiveness. 'Now?'

    'Not yet.' I dipped my head lower and seized by impulse, went Pffft! into his navel. He convulsed, and taken by surprise, emitted a noise that could only be described as a giggle.

    'Don’t do that!' he said.


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  • QOTD - Monday, April 6 -- Lady-Jane, 18:01:28 04/05/15 Sun
    Quote taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon chapter 56 "Turtle Soup." Copyright (c) 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "'Aye, well he'll be wed a long time,' he said callously. 'Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?'

    'Absence,' I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.'

    'That’s verra bawdy talk for a respectable marrit woman,' Jamie said reprovingly, sticking the spoon in my mouth. 'And inconsiderate, forbye.'

    I swallowed. 'Inconsiderate?'

    'I’m a wee bit firm myself at the moment,' he replied evenly, dipping and spooning. 'What wi’ you sitting there wi’ your hair loose and your nipples starin’ me in the eye, the size of cherries.'”


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  • QOTD for Sunday, April 5, 2015 -- Lady-Jane, 20:31:58 04/04/15 Sat
    After 6 months of #Droughtlander, I thought we might look at delayed gratification this week....

    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 44 "Forces of Nature." Copyright (c) 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "He looked down at me with a grudging smile. 'The reward for my tender concern being that I canna even touch my own wife!'

    'Oh, you can touch me,' I said. I took one of his hands, caressing the palm gently with my thumb. 'You just can’t engage in acts of unbridled carnality.'"

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  • QOTD for Saturday, pril 4th, 2015 -- kgp, 18:10:26 04/03/15 Fri
    The following quotation is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2001. Chapter 28. Brownsville

    “The Frenchman waved his hook – which, Roger noticed, seemed to fascinate the women – in a gesture of dismissal.

    “That is of no importance,” he said grandly, lifting his aristocratically prominent nose another inch. “I require – that is, we require” – he amended, with a polite nod toward Roger – “to know who you are.”

    The inhabitants of the cabin all exchanged confused looks, as though wondering who they might in fact be. After a moment’s hesitation, though, the larger of the two men thrust out his chin pugnaciously.

    “My name is Brown, sir. Richard Brown. This is my brother, Lionel, my wife, Meg, my brother’s daughter, Alicia” – that appeared to be the girl in the apron, who had now removed the garment from her head and stood tear-stained and gulping – “and my sister, Thomasina.”


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  • QOTD for Friday, April 3rd, 2015 -- kgp, 18:03:11 04/02/15 Thu
    The following quotation is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2001. Chapter 2. Loaves and Fishes

    “Something was happening on the men’s side of things; the thief-taker’s hands had been untied, and he stood rubbing his wrists, no longer scowling, but listening to whatever Jamie was saying with an expression of wariness. He glanced at us, then at Robin McGillivray, who said something to him and nodded emphatically. The thief-taker’s jaw worked, as though he were chewing over an idea.

    “So you all came down to watch the competitions this morning and look for suitable prospects? Yes, I see.”

    Jamie reached into his sporran and drew out something, which he held under the thief-taker’s nose, as though inviting him to smell it. I couldn’t make out what it was at this distance, but the thief-taker’s face suddenly changed, going from wariness to alarmed disgust.”


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  • QOTD for April 2nd, 2015 -- kgp, 18:29:07 04/01/15 Wed
    The following quotation is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 1997. Chapter 58. Lord John Returns.

    “He led her to the hearthside, where four small wooden boxes sat on the table. Ceremoniously removing the lids of these, the lawyer displayed in turn four jewels, each the size of a marrow-fat pea, each nestled in a pad of dark blue velvet, the better to set off its brilliance.

    “I think to purchase one of these stones,” Forbes explained. “To have made into a ring. I had them sent from Boston.” He smirked at Brianna, plainly feeling that he had stolen a march on the competition – and judging from the saint glower on MacNeill’s face, he had.

    “Tell me, my dear – which do you prefer? The sapphire, the emerald, the topaz or the diamond?” He rocked back on his heels, waistcoat swelling with his own cleverness.”


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  • QOTD for April 1st, 2015 -- kgp, 17:40:53 03/31/15 Tue

    The following quotation is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2001. Chapter 61. Ultimatums



    “A nice gelding ye have there, sir. Is he steady?”

    “Of course.” The Governor frowned. “Why?”

    Jamie threw back his head and gave a ululating Highland cry, of the sort meant to be heard over several acres of mountainside. The Governor’s horse jerked at the reins, eyes rolling back. Militiamen poured out of the thicket, shrieking like banshees, and a black cloud of crows exploded from the trees above them like a puff of cannon smoke, raucous in flight. The horse reared, decanting Tryon in an undignified heap on the grass, and bolted for the trees on the far side of the meadow.

    I took several steps backward, out of the way.

    The Governor sat up, purple-faced and gasping for breath, to find himself in the center of a ring of grinning militiamen, all pointing their weapons at him."

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  • QOTD for Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 -- kgp, 18:00:27 03/30/15 Mon
    The following quotation is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 1997. Chapter 12. The Return of John Quincy Meyers.

    "How old are you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him and trying to retrieve my hand without unseemly struggle.

    "Five-and-twenty, ma'am," he answered, rather surprised. He patted at the star-shaped patch near his mouth with a finger of his free hand. "Am I looking indecently haggard?"

    "No. I merely wished to be sure I was telling you the truth in informing you that I am old enough to be your mother!"

    This news appeared not to distress him in the slightest. Instead he raised my hand to his lips and pressed them fervently upon it.

    "I am enchanted," he breathed. "May I call you Maman?"


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  • QOTD for Monday, March 30th, 2015 -- kgp, 18:10:56 03/29/15 Sun
    The following quotation is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 1997. Chapter 62. Three-Thirds Of A Ghost.

    "Hodgepile was short as well as slight, but held himself more erect than usual in compensation. He walks with a ramrod up his arse. Yes, she thought, watching him with interest as he marched ahead of them. It had to be the man Ronnie Sinclair had described to her mother. How many Hodgepiles could there be, after all? Perhaps she could talk to him when she'd finished with -- her thoughts stopped abruptly as Hodgepile unlocked the warehouse door."


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  • QOTD for Sunday, March 29th, 2015 -- kgp, 06:44:14 03/29/15 Sun
    The Following quotation is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 1997. Chapter 2. In Which We Meet A Ghost.

    "How long have you been in the wagon?" Duncan demanded.

    "Since midafternoon." The man rose awkwardly onto his knees, swaying a bit from the effects of the blow. He touched his head again and winced. "Oh, Jaysus! I crawled in there just after the Frenchie loaded up poor old Gavin."

    "Where were you before that?" Ian asked.

    "Hidin' under the gallows cart. It was the only place I thought they wouldn't be looking." He rose laboriously to his feet, closed his eyes to get his balance, then opened them. They were a pale green in the torchlight, the color of shallow seas. I saw them flick from face to face, then settle on Jamie. The man bowed, careful of his head.

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  • April quoters needed! -- Judie, 19:02:53 03/28/15 Sat
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    Holy Moley, we need help. :D

    Judie


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  • QOTD for Saturday, March 28, 2015 -- LisaW, 00:57:48 03/28/15 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 47 "Loose Ends". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       " " "I've spent more than twenty years looking for answers, Roger,and I can
    tell you only one thing: There aren't any answers, only choices. I've made a
    number of them myself, and no one can tell me whether they were right or
    wrong. Master Raymond perhaps, though I don't suppose he would; he was a
    man who believed in mysteries,
       "I can see the right of it only far enough to know that I must tell you--
    and leave the choice to you." "


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  • QOTD for Friday, March 27, 2015 -- LisaW, 18:34:47 03/26/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 40 "The Fox's Lair". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       " "What on earth does neo-geimnidh meala mean?" I said, jerking on his
    sleeve to slow him. He glanced down, as though I had just been recalled to his
    wandering attention.
       "Ah? Oh, it means honeylips, all right. More or less."
       "But--"
       "It's no your mouth he was referring to, Sassenach," Jamie said dryly.
       "Why, that--" I made as if to turn back to the study, but Jamie tightened
    his grip on my arm.
       "Cluck, cluck, cluck," he murmured in my ear. "Dinna worry, Sassenach.
    They're only tryin' me. It will be alright." "


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  • QOTD for Thursday, March 26, 2015 -- LisaW, 23:17:29 03/25/15 Wed
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 37 "Holyrood". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       "Taken by surprise, Jamie laughed.
       "Willie said that once, to me," he said, and then the full lips clamped shut;
    he spoke rarely of his dead elder brother, and never, I imagined, had he men-
    tioned Willie to Colum before.
       If Colum noticed the slip, he gave no sign of it.
       "I wrote to her then," he said, looking abstractedly at one of the tilted
    stones nearby. "When your brother and the babe died of the pox. That was the
    first time, since she left Leoch."
       "Since she wed my father, ye mean."
       Colum nodded slowly, still looking away. "


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  • QOTD for Wednesday, March 25, 2015 -- LisaW, 19:59:16 03/24/15 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 31 "Mail Call". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


       " "As for the work . . . there's work for me here." I glanced down into the
    basket of herbs and medicines on my arm. "I can be useful. And if I miss
    Mother Hildegarde, or my other friends--well, it isn't as fast as a telephone,
    but there are always letters."
       I stopped, holding his arm, and looked up at him. The sun was setting,
    and the light gilded one side of his face, throwing the strong bones into relief.
       "Jamie . . . I only want to be where you are. Nothing else."
       He stood still for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed me very
    gently on the forehead. "


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  • QOTD for Tuesday, March 24, 2015 -- LisaW, 20:33:21 03/23/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 19 "An Oath Is Sworn". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       " "God, you are so beautiful," he said softly. "Unkempt and unslept, wi'
    the waves of your hair all about your face. Bonny love. Have ye sat here all
    night long, then?"
       " I wasn't the only one." I motioned toward the floor, where Fergus lay
    curled up on the carpet, head on a cushion by my feet. He shifted slightly in his
    sleep, mouth open a bit, soft pink and full-lipped as the baby he so nearly was.
       Jamie laid a big hand gently on his shoulder.
       "Come on, then, laddie. Ye've done well to guard your mistress." He
    scooped the boy up and laid him against his shoulder, mumbling and sleepy-
    eyed. "You're a good man, Fergus, and ye've earned your rest. Come on to
    your bed." I saw Fergus's eyes flare wide in surprise, then half-close as he
    relaxed, nodding in Jamie's arms. "


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  • QOTD for Monday, March 23, 2015 -- LisaW, 21:35:18 03/22/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 11 "Useful Occupations". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       " "My hair came loose, midway through," he said. "The thong holding it
    broke, and the wind was blowing it into my eyes, so all I could see was the wee
    white shape of Charles in his shirt, darting to and fro like a minnow. And that's
    how I got him, finally--the way ye spear a fish with a dirk." he snorted
    through his nose.
       "He let out a skelloch as though I'd run him through, though I knew I'd
    but pinked him in one arm. I got the hair out of my face at last and looked
    beyond him to see Annalise standing there at the edge of the clearing, wi' her
    eyes wide and dark as yon pool." He gestured out over the silver-black surface
    beside us.
       "So I sheathed my blade and smoothed back my hair, and stood there--
    half-expectin' her to come and throw herself into my arms, I suppose." "


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  • QOTD for Sunday, March 22, 2015 -- LisaW, 17:04:22 03/21/15 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 2 "The Plot Thickens". Copyright (c) 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

       " "You were asking Bree if she'd go with you to do field research. I wanted
    to ask you ... there's a place I'd rather you didn't take her, if you don't
    mind."
       Alarm bells went off at once in Roger's head. Was he going to find out
    what the secret was about Broch Tuarach?
       "The circle of standing stones--they call it Craig na Dun." Claire's face
    was earnest as she leaned slightly closer. "There's an important reason, or I
    wouldn't ask. I want to take Brianna to the circle myself, but I'm afraid I can't
    tell you why, just now, I will, in time, but not quite yet. Will you promise me?" "


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  • QOTD for Saturday, March 21, 2015 -- CarolSR, 16:39:53 03/20/15 Fri
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 120, A Crackling Of Thorns. Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “No!” Jamie bellowed, seeing it. “Germain, don’t” But Germain bent his head over his brother’s, and I thought I saw his lips move, saying, “Hold on tight.” And then he stepped out into the air, both hands clinging to the rope, Henri-Christian’s stocky legs wrapped round his ribs.

    It happened instantly and yet so slowly. Henri-Christian’s short legs lost their grip. Germain’s grab failed, for the little boy was already falling, arms outstretched, in a half somersault through the smoky air.

    He fell straight through the sea of upraised hands, and the sound as his head struck the cobbles was the sound of the end of the world.”


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  • QOTD for Friday, March 20, 2015 -- CarolSR (:(), 15:59:24 03/19/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 115, The Raveled Sleeve Of Care. Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “This morning there was only stillness, and the curled form of what used to be Rollo.

    Ian rose and went to him swiftly, knelt on the floor beside the body of his dog, and laid a gentle hand on the big furry head. He didn’t say anything, or weep, but she heard the sound he made when he breathed, as of something tearing in his chest.

    She got out of bed and came to Ian, kneeling beside him, arm about his waist, and she was weeping, quite without meaning to.

    “Mo chiu,” Ian said, running his hand lightly over the soft, thick fur. “Mo chuilean.” There was a catch in his voice when he said, “Beannachd leat, a charaid.” Goodbye, old friend.”


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  • QOTD for Thursday, March 19, 2015 -- CarolSR, 18:58:16 03/18/15 Wed
    The following quote is taken from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter, 78, In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time. Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “It was while hauling the horse’s head round in order to lead her up the bank that he saw the other British soldier.

    This one was lying near the bottom of the ravine, too, but not in the mud. He was lying facedown, but with his head turned to one side, and…”Och, Jesus, no! Ian flung his horse’s reins hastily round a tree trunk and bounded up the slope. It was, of course. He’d known it from the first glimpse of the long legs, the shape of the head, but the face made it certain, even masked with blood as it was.

    William was still alive; his face twitched under the feet of a half-dozen black flies feeding on his drying blood.”


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